Cassidy lifted their joined hands.
Tim pretended to study their fingers, his straight-cut nails and her purple-tipped ones. âItâs me touching you, something I wanted to do all evening.â
She didnât smile or shoot back some pithy remark guaranteed to make him grin. Instead, she pulled her hand from his.
âYou donât have to do this, you know,â she said softly, her expression serious.
âDo what? Be nice?â
âPretend to be interested in me.â Cassidy stopped at the edge of the driveway and faced him. âWhile I appreciate it, we both know youâre only hanging with me now because of the bun.â
Tim cocked his head. Sometimes it was as if she spoke a foreign language.
âIn the oven.â Cassidy patted her flat belly.
He almost grinned but pulled the smile back at the last second.
Her blue eyes were so serious and there was an uncharacteristic frown between her brows. He also saw fatigue and weariness in the way her shoulders, normally so straight, drooped.
He raised his hand and cupped her cheek. âIâm with you because I like you.â
* * *
Rx for Love: Just following doctorâs ordersâ¦
Chapter One
Cassidy Kaye knew the instant Tim Duggan walked into the Green Room. Though she was busy doing hair for those participating in the Jackson Hole Bachelor/Bachelorette Auction, her spidey senses never failed to alert her whenever the handsome doctor was nearby.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him pause in the doorway, a tall man with a thatch of hair the color of mahogany. His hair was cut stylishly short above a face with a strong jaw and straight nose. His hazel eyes looked green at the moment, but she knew they could turn a mesmerizing golden brown in a heartbeat. He was boyishly handsome, down to the sprig of freckles across the bridge of his nose.
His gaze scanned the room, his expression solemn.
When sheâd first heard Tim would be filling in for his friend Liam Gallagher, sheâd been stunned and disbelieving. Unlike the other bachelors up for bid this evening, Tim was a family man, a widower with twin seven-year-old daughters. He certainly wasnât a party animal. Other than escorting librarian Jayne Connors to a few social events now and then, he didnât even date.
When his gaze settled on her, something that looked almost like relief lifted his lips and she felt warm all over.
âBack in five,â she told Zippy Rogers, a young woman whose thick dark hair practically begged to be placed into a sexy twist.
Cassidy wove her way through the small area just off the main ballroom of Spring Gulch Country Club, loving the energy in the air. With each step closer to Tim a different kind of excitement filled her. Embracing the sensation, she sidled up to him.
âHi.â Cassidy cursed the odd breathlessness that attacked her whenever he was near. To compensate she offered him a cheeky grin. âWord on the street is youâre up for bid on the meat market tonight.â
He winced.
She could almost see his mind spinning like a hamster wheel as he attempted to come up with the proper response to her not-so-proper comment.
âLiam had an allergic reaction.â He shifted from one foot to the other. âRight now his face is puffed up like the Incredible Hulk.â
Liam, an all-around nice guy, was a child psychologist whoâd recently returned to Jackson Hole to set up practice. Cassidy felt a stirring of sympathy. âPoor guy.â
âHe hated to back out at the last minute.â
âIf he resembles the Hulk, it was a wise move,â Cassidy said matter-of-factly. âFor these events, handsome, not hulk, is what brings in the money.â
Timâs gaze lingered for a moment on the pretty blondes, sensual brunettes and one dazzling redhead getting their hair and makeup done. It slid to the group of young men standing together talking.
Other than Liam-the-absent, the guys on the chopping block tonight werenât his buds. These men were businessmen and ski industry people, at least five or six years younger than Tim. His social circleâand hersâwas composed primarily of medical professionals and young entrepreneurs with a few attorneys and social workers tossed into the mix.